The Mothers Of Invention - Magdalena | Текст песни

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There was a man, a little ole man who lived in Montreal
With a wife and a kid and a car and a house and a teenage daughter with a see-thru blouse who loved to grunt and ball
And her name was Magdalena

The little ole man came home one night to his house in Montreal.
He caught his daughter in the blouse by the light and he said to himself: "She looks all right!"
And he reached for a tit and grabbed it tight and threw her up against the wall
Blue cross! Magdalena,

My daughter dear, do not be concerned
When your canadian daddy comes near.
I work so hard, don't you understand,
Making maple syrup for the pancakes of our land.
Do you have any idea
What that can do to a man?

The little ole man with the grubby little hand who lived in Montreal
Was drooling a bit as he reached for her tit and he said to himself: "This gonna be it!"
But the girl turned around and said: "Go eat shit!" and ran on down the hall.
Right on, Magdalena!

My daughter dear, do not be concerned
When your canadian daddy comes near.
I work so hard, don't you understand,
Making maple syrup for the pancakes of our land.
Do you have any idea
What that can do to a man?

Magdalena, don't you tease me like this
Right in the hallway with your blouse and your tits
If your mommy ever finds us like this
She'll call a lawyer, oh how mom will be pissed

Magdalena, Magdalena, Magdalena, Magdalena, daughter of the smog-filled winds of Los Angeles, I'd like to take you in the closet and take off your little clothes until you're virtually stark raving nude, spread mayonaise and kaopectate all over your body and take you down to Hollywood Boulevard and we can, we can walk down the streets by the stars that say John Provost and Leo G. Carrol together, Baby. We can go dancing up at the Cina Grill can't you see it: Frank Pernell and us, until dark, don't you understand, my Baby. I didn't mean, I didn't need, I mean it was so hard for me, I just, I saw you standing under the Shell pest strip late last night, in the light with your little nipples protruding through your little see-thru thingie and I just said 'My god, my god, I gave my sperm to this thing' and now I just, oh you got me so hard, I just, I don't know what to do Magdalena, don't you understand? So I grabbed you - but, but don't hold it against me - I mean, your mom will never know, Baby and I wantcha to come back to me, I mean, do you understand me? I want you to, I'm down on my knees to ya, Magdalena, I wantcha to walk back to me, Baby. I wantcha to turn around by the Sparkletts machine. that's it! that's it! In the little chartreuse hallway with the little neon Jesus picture on the wall and I want you to step, Baby, I want you to walk back in your five inch spike heels that you got at Frederick's, same time you and your mommy got that crotchless underwear last year for the christmas and I want you to stroll back to me, Baby. Walk back, Baby, dontcha understand me, Baby, I want you to walk back, I'm down on bended knees, Baby, I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I wanna take off your little trainig bra. Don't you understand me. I'm gonna take off you little maroon hot pants, I'm gonna get down on my knees, Baby, dontcha understand what I'm saying to you, your mom will never know, she's playing bridge with the girls, and you and I, you and I will, Baby, it's just you and I, dontcha understand, we can make love all night long, nobody will ever know, come on, Magdalena! Please, little girl, walk back to your daddy, what did I do that was so wrong? my god, I was only following the sexual impulse like I heard on the Johnny Carson Show from a book or something I wrote, I didn't know what I was doing, I got carried away, walk back, oh please, to your daddy! come on, Magdalena, to your daddy, Baby, your mom will never know, come back to you daddy!